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Sabrina Script - Dialogue TranscriptVoila! Finally, the Sabrina script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the movie starring Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Humphrey Bogart, etc. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Sabrina. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. You won't hurt my feelings. Honest.Swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards for more free movie scripts!

Sabrina Script

Once upon a time,

on the North Shore of Long Island,

some 30 miles from New York,

there lived a small girl

on a large estate.

The estate was very large indeed

and had many servants.

There were gardeners

to take care of the gardens

and a tree surgeon on a retainer.

There was a boatman to put the boats

in the water in the spring

and scrape their bottoms

in the winter.

There were specialists

to take care of the grounds,

the outdoor tennis court

and the indoor tennis court,

the outdoor swimming pool

and the indoor swimming pool.

And a man of no particular title

took care ofa small pool in the

garden for a goldfish named George.

Also on the estate there was

a chauffeur by the name of Fairchild,

who had been imported from England

years ago,

together with a new Rolls-Royce.

Fairchild was a fine chauffeur

of considerable polish,

Like the eight cars in his care.

And he had a daughter

by the name of... Sabrina.

It was the eve of

the annual six-metre-yacht races

and, as had been traditional

for the past years,

the Larrabees were giving a party.

It never rained on the night

of the Larrabee party.

The Larrabees

wouldn't have stood for it.

There were four Larrabees in all -

father, mother and two sons.

Maude and Oliver Larrabee

were married in .

Among their many wedding presents

was a town house in New York

and this estate for weekends.

The town house has since been

converted into Saks Fifth Avenue.

Linus Larrabee, the elder son,

graduated from Yale,

where his classmates voted him

the man most likely

to leave his alma mater$ million.

His brother, David, went through

several of the best Eastern colleges

for short periods of time,

and through several marriages

for even shorter periods of time.

He is now a successful

six-goal polo player

and is listed on Linus's tax return

as a $ deduction.

Life was pleasant among

the Larrabees,

for this was as close to heaven

as one could get on Long Island.

Come on down from there, Sabrina!

Come on.

You'd better finish your packing.

Who's that girl, Father,

dancing with David?

Her name is Gretchen Van Horn.

Chase National Bank.

I hate girls that giggle

all the time.

You hate every girl David looks at.

You can't go on like this about

David. You've got to get over it.

Yes, Father.

It's good you're going away.

I only hope it's far enough.

Yes, Father.

Come along, Sabrina.

In a minute, Father. You go ahead.

I'll be up soon.

- Oh, it's you, Sabrina.

- Hello, David.

I thought I heard somebody.

No, it's nobody.

Gretchen! Yoo-hoo!

Tennis, anyone?


What is this, mixed singles?

No! You have to stay on your side

of the net.

That'll be a little difficult,


- You know the rules of the game.

- OK, I'll serve.


Yes, Father?

- Don't leave your passport tomorrow.

- No, Father.

It's not every girl

that's lucky enough to go to Paris.

And it's the best cooking school

in the world.

If your mother were alive,

she'd be happy you were going there.

She was the best cook

on Long Island.

I'm not saying you have to be a cook,

as she was,

or that I want you to marry

a chauffeur.

But you know how I feel.

Your mother and I

had a good life together.

We were respected by everyone.

That's as much as anyone can want.

Don't reach for the moon, child.

No, Father.

Besides, it never hurt a young girl

to learn how to cook, did it?

I'll wake you at seven.

The boat goes at noon. Good night.

Good night.

What's going on?


Anybody here?

Who's that?

Sabrina, come out of there. Come on.


What are you doing here?

Just checking the spark plugs.

The what?

Father was worried

because a spark plug was missing.

I wanted to find out

which one it was.

So you started the motors

and closed the doors?

- I didn't want to disturb anyone.

- You might never have done so again.

- Does your father know?

- No! I wanted to surprise him.

We'd better get out.

There now. Breathe deep.

That's right. Now, deep breath.

- What happened?

- You passed out.

I'm alright.

You don't have to carry me.

Of all the idiotic things...

Haven't you ever heard of carbon

monoxide? It kills people.

It does?

What would have happened

if I hadn't come along?

I'd have died.

And fast. Eight cars!

One would have done it.

Good thing Mrs. Van Horn

asked me to drive her home.

Mrs. Van Horn? Gretchen's mother?

- Why didn't she drive her home?

- We can't find Gretchen.

- She...

- She what?


The next time you start a car, leave

the garage doors open. Understand?

A chauffeur's daughter

should know better.

Yes, sir.

Bonjour, mes dames et messieurs!

Yesterday we have learnt

the correct way how to boil water.

Today we will learn the correct way

how to crack an egg.

Voila, an egg!

Now an egg is not a stone.

It is not made of wood.

It is a living thing with a heart.

So when we crack it

we must not torment it.

We must be merciful and execute it

quickly, like with the guillotine.

It is done with one hand.

Kindly watch the wrist.

Voila. One, two, three, crack!

You see? It is all in the wrist.

And now, everybody, take an egg.

One, two, three, crack!

New egg.

One, two, three, crack!

New egg. One, two, three, crack!

Take an egg. Crack!

The wrist, huh? Like a whip.

You watch.

One, two, three, crack! New egg.

"Dear Father, or Cher Papa

as we say over here."

"Isn't my French getting good?"

"We finally finished our four-week

course in sauces, thank goodness!"

"Soups were tough

but sauces just about killed me."

"I almost flunked my hollandaise.

It kept separating on me."

Too much vinegar.

Does she mention David?

Mr. Linus is ready to go into town.

- What does she say about David?

- Not a word.

No, wait. Here's something.

- "I don't think of David very much."

- That's good.

- "Except at night."

- That's bad.

"I decided to be sensible

and tore up his picture."

That's good.

- "Please mail me some Scotch tape."

- That's bad.

- Morning, Fairchild.

- Morning, sir. Beautiful day, sir.

Take the Parkway.

Two windows open. miles an hour.

Yes, sir.

Morning. Where are you off to?

- The office, where do you think?

- On Sunday?

- Today is Wednesday.

- Wednesday?

This is KL .

Get me Bowling Green .

Good morning, Miss McCardle.

How did the market open?

Industrials, . .

Up a dollar, ten.

Rails, . . Up cents.

Utilities, . . Off cents.

I'm just leaving.

Put the coffee on in minutes.

Inter-office memo to David Larrabee.

Dear David, you are a junior partner

of Larrabee industries,

located at Broad Street, New York.

Your office is on the nd floor.

Our normal week is Monday to Friday.

Our working day is nine to five.

If this is inconvenient

you may retire with your pension.

Having been with us one year,

your entitlement is cents

a month for the rest of your life.

What do you hear from your daughter?

- She still loves him.

- I beg your pardon?

I mean

she loves the cooking school, sir.

But she'll get over it.

And now, mes dames et messieurs,

soon we will see how you have learnt

the lesson of the souffle.

The souffle, it must be gay.


Like two butterflies dancing

the waltz in the summer breeze.

Very well. You have five seconds!

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

To the ovens!

Too low.

Too pale.

Too heavy.